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Kelly Hogan May 2015
It seems I can only run so fast
From these demons intent on chasing me.

Only these demons have human faces,
And they do stupid human things

My screams do not deter them
My cries go unnoticed

And I'm not a strong runner.
We can only run from our past for so long.
josin137 Apr 2015
The sun is setting,
The painted sky,
All I see is black lighting,
Which makes me cry.

The silence that kills,
My heart collides,
The fire drills,
All those painful rides.

The drips and drops,
Like on a rainy night,
A rabbit hops,
I see no light.

Dreading myself,
In endless sorrow,
In mindless shelfs,
The screaming crow.

And now it's the end,
Of this painful book,
Memories end,
My heart shook.

*... I feel hopeless ...
i feel stabs but there's no wound
Shyne AM Apr 2015
He asked me today
"What happened to us?
Why did things not work out?"

I told him - our religion tore us apart.

Our religion tore us apart
Why does love have to be measured
by who we pray to and not who we are
Thinking of that still breaks my heart

Our distance increased
Our love deceased

Today I am speaking to you again
It makes me feel like I’m standing naked in the rain

Where were you these 4 years?
Because when I think of love
Your name instantly appears

My heart is filled with fear
The fear of the unknown

As I sit here in fear
In my eyes there are heavy tears

I’m overwhelmed by our conversation
Not because I’m scared
Just because I have so many questions

I want to look into your eyes
Hold my body close to yours
And secretly wish you do not hear my cries

I want to cry, but I don’t want you to know
I want to cry because I broke your heart
I want to cry because I left you hanging
I want to cry, but I don’t want you to know

You are 8,192 miles away from me
Yet I feel like there is not a single part of you that I cannot see

I am writing this while you sleep
I am writing this slowly because I am falling deep

I am writing this while you sleep
But baby please don’t oversleep
Audrey Cave Mar 2015
Bright red tears
Slip down her face.
Eyes are beaten, bruised.
The sweat-beads form
As brother comes,
To beat her black and blue.
The cry she gives.
Is quickly silenced.
By agony and fear.
He takes her arm,
Raises it high.
And cracks it without tear.
Her ear-piercing cry
Is once silenced again.
By life or death decision.  
Brother blows.
Pounding her down.
And to heaven
That little girl goes.
A Watoot Mar 2015
Tonight, once again,  
I'm left in the corner, broken.
Tonight is yet another night

But I refuse to leave.

Tonight is full of excuses.
Once again, my heart's so used to, it grew calluses.
Tonight is yet another night

But I refuse to leave.
Xander King Mar 2015
Oh Romeo,
Oh Romeo,*

                   She cried in the bathroom,
crying for air
                  And working on her final escape plan
Concealing the bruises keeping it cool
                 So you won't see until the end.
***Part of a Poem I'm not done with yet.
The earth has a heartbeat
It's as alive as you and me
It's alive yet holds so much life
The earth is amazing
Wise from millions of years we can't imagine
It has beauty no human could attain
God's wonderful creation
It took six days to make
And is filled with so much wonder and amazement
Earth; the first mother
The earth has a heartbeat
It breathes as do we
Provides us a house
The ungrateful humans
The selfish race
The earth is sad
It sees us drifting farther and farther from the farther
It knows disaster is coming
It offers us what it can
I see a piece of my God
When I admire the beauty of the world
The earth is alive
AND again tonight she cries
Oh, I just want to kiss you, dear.
We spoke not for the whole day.
Nothing seems calm; all appears uneasy.
My breath is short; my tongue is sour.
Oh, my heart only desires for you.
It cries for you from within me.

Who knows how it feels,
crying without tears,
eating without wine?
My strides are waste;
the dreams are empty—
I see the whole earth waste.
Only my love brings me joy.
Anson Thomas Jan 2015
Oh pious advocates of peace!
Oh beatific doves of peace!
Hear me oh hear me
For the voice of mine is numb
To the one I profoundly love.
Your voice is but a lore of truth!
That which often goes hidden to the many men,
Those who walk for the living sake!

She who I love hears your voice with fondness
Trusting its novelty, the wisdom it speaks of.
Talk to her of my remorse
For I have learnt the wisdom
That which remorse had to teach!

Oh selfless hands of the earth!
Oh liberal branches of the trees!
Hear me oh hear me
For the deeds of mine are frail
To the one I profoundly love.
Your deeds are but a lore of self giving!
Often granted to the many men,
Those who walk for living sake!

She who I love is an ardent witness to your deeds
Trusting your tranquility, the selflessness you abide to.
Talk to her of my deeds
For I have learnt the wisdom
That which the brunt of misdeeds had to teach!

Talk to her of my remorse oh doves of peace!
Talk to her of my deeds oh liberal branches of the trees!
Talk to her of me!
Listen to your lovers cries those fortunate to be loved. The Woman
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